Does this scary mountain man robbing cabins in Utah look kinda like (e:terry)?

Sorry to dissapoint because I'm sure you all just got really excited thinking I was posting homemade videos of me dancing...but alas I'm not BUT I WISH I WAS and that's what this is about. While looking up Ke$ha on Youtube I cam across this video and it looks so fun and then they have other ones too. They are the Boston Flag Football League which is like a gay (but they have straight people too) flag football league. But I guess they do music videos on the side not really clear how that works out except they must just be really fun people. So now I wanna make music videos with my friends, it looks so fun....whose in!?!

Seriously they look they are having so much fun!!! I love how serious some of them look trying to get the moves when they are doing the group parts.

Glee is not my favorite show and I have not watched it in a hot minute but tonight it was featuring none other than our favorite rich b**** Miss Nene Leakes from the Real Housewives of Atlanta and Ricky Martin of supersonic bilingual hispanic stardom. SO OF COURSE I WAS TUNING IN.....(ok actually I didn't realize this was tonight and Dave mentioned it when we were flipping the channels and we deicdd to watch it but BOY AM I GLAD I DID!)

ANywho, Glee is not what this post is about. While watching Ricky perform I'm Sexy and I Know It with the cast of Glee (which by the way I am soooo sick of this song, it is on everything!) anywho it reminded me of a 1998 Grammy performance when this happened....



This though was not only a rip roaring, raucus good time which went on to become one of my favorite songs of all time it is also my first distinct memory of being attracted to a guy that I can think of. I think I was a freshman in highschool or maybe a sophomore but I"m pretty sure freshman. ANywho, I saw this performance and immediately was in love with the music and a little bit the man...or maybe a lot bit...come on now, leather pants and dancing, who wouldn't be enamored. ANyway I really remember it because right after it aired I went online and ordered the cd because I really wanted it, I remember this because I don't think I had ever ordered anything online at this point in my life and I am actually wondering if maybe I really just reserved it online at a store to pick up because I can't imagine buying anything online in 1998 but I do remember having to wait for it to come so I must have....not exactly clear on the details. Anyway I remember the next day in school talking about how much I loved the song and had to order it right away and my friend Marissa told me at lunch that she had done the same thing and she was talking about how hot Ricky was and wow wow wowwee he was smoking and I remember thinking how I wanted to agree but could only talk about how much I liked the music but not the man.

I sitll listen to that, his last spanish language before he broke big in America album all the time, in fact whenver the weather gets nice I want to listen to it and put it in my car and was listening ot it last week when we had some nice days.

THe weird part about this or maybe not so weird part is I could totally in my mind at the time separate my love for Ricky Martin from the idea of liking men. ANd it's weird because believe it or not I really did not go through my highschool years like trying to hide who I was and like really wanting men but pretending it wasn't true. I really didn't realize or maybe didn't accept it but I definitely besides particulary this Ricky Martin moment did not feel like I was hiding or trying to prevent anything. There were definitely girls I thought I loved and maybe I knew somehting was a bit off but I really didn't realize it. I know people think I just was denying it but I really didn't realize it as far as I remember. Except for Ricky....oh sweet sweet ricky martin.

P.S. look at all the people in the Grammy audience, this is only like a little over 10 years ago and they are mostly all wearing like tuxes and fancy dresses, now they wear craziness and meat.

So yesterday at work I took my lunch at around 4 and it had snowed earlier but was clear and now snowing and not too bad so I decided to walk to WEgmans which is only like half a mile away. I figured it would be faster and easier than brushing off my car and trying to drive down the 1 road while there was lots of traffic leaving the bulidings. WEll I got there in no time not problem. I get my sub and this bean salad thing, was making good time, walk outside and WHOA it turned into a whiteout blizzard hurricane storm of death. Ok I didn't have a hat or scarf on but really when I left my building 15 minutes earlier they were not needed. WELL THEY WERE NOW. I seriously couldn't see like 2 inches in front of me, walked into trees and stakes in the ground and curbs and thought I was going to die. It literally is usually like a 7 minute walk and it felt like it took me 2 hours (it didn't but it felt like it) It was so intense, the wind was so hard and cold in my face and the snow was beating me down. I was trying to block my face with my gloved hand but it was either my face or ears , it was such a hard decision and plus my glove had a missing finger top so it made it all the worse. I seriously wanted to give up like halfway back and just lay down and die in the snow. It was insane. I tried to run but that just made it feel even worse. I really was thinking I wasn't going to make it back but I did. AND OMG when I looked in the mirror , I had like a thick layer of snow on my head and everywhere else and my face was like sunburned/windburned red and i had a heacache and an everything ache. It was so bad. It was so crazy though, literally it is only a half a mile and I walk it all the time but this storm was something crazy. It was sooo intense and windy and snowy and ice shooting at my face. I felt like crap all night. Moral of the story: just drive the car (that may be anti green and anti environment but I don't care, it would so horrible) . Granted my coworker who left a little after me to go home said it took like a half hour to get to the light outside wegmans from our building by car so maybe that would have taken forever but it would have been better than being frozen alive.

I am not an early rise unless i have to be but everyone once in a while I get this idea of like you know what I'm going to get up early and get so much done. And like once every 7.8 years that works. Generally I end up getting up like 15 minutes early and expecting to get 100 things done but really it is just 15 minutes. It's so funny how like in morning time , I just feel like I should be able to get a million things done since I got up early, even if it is only 10 minutes earlier than usual. And then I try and get some stuff done but really have no time and end up getting nothing done and being late for work.

I just entered a contest to win a trip to Ellen for her birthday. I couldn't find the directions anywhere about they wanted and it just said Tell Your Story (and limited you to only so many words) so this is what I wrote basically. I forgot to save it to it is from memory, the real one was a little better i think:

I am not really sure what you want here (were there directions somewhere because I couldn't find them?) So I guess I will just write about me and Ellen. I would love to come for your birthday. I have always wanted to go to LA and see celebrities and of course you are celebrity #1 and being on your show and meeting you would be amazing. I hate flying but I would do it for you. Haha I just read that and it makes me sound as if I am doing you a favor by coming, well maybe I am. I am pretty fun. Maybe then you could come to Buffalo in August for my birthday but you would have to provide your own transportation but I'd pick you up at the airport.

I have loved your show and your stand-up forever. I was just watching your old stand-up the other night. I love your joke about gogurt and yogurt mobiility. I always try to tell people it but I don't have the "Sorry Tom, I can't tonight I just opened a yogurt" voice that you have. I just love that joke.

I would love to be on your show but actually I would be really nervous because then I would have to be fun and crazy and witty. And i would have to dance. I am not really a dancer. LIke if the mood strikes but not a run of the mill daily dancer. Pick Me! Please! Pretty Pretty Please!

I used up every last character I was allowed (even had to delete a few spaces to make it work) and then for the picture I sent one of me and my puppet unicorn

Wish me luck!

Hope to see you all tonight at the PMT's New Years Eve Party. I need to find something sparkly to wear. I just feel the need for a sparkly new years eve ensemble! We'll see.

Today was such a frustrating day for no like specific reason just overall I felt annoyed at tons of stuff all day long, I was in a real bad mood by the time I left work but then I came home to a delicious dinner and Christmas tree decorating and who isn't happy after decorating a Christmas tree? I love it! Though we need way more ornaments, though I prolly have more than the average person it seems like not enough compared to what I'm used to at my parents house.

I have the next 5 days off of work! After working so much lately it is going to feel so good. But what will I do with myself? I made a list of things I want to do /get done and it is over a page long so I got plenty to do from organing my photos into albums to decorating to getting a tree to price comparing to christmas cards to cleaning out the closet. Plus hopefully some good times like going out to lunches and out at night and not having to worry about working! YAY! But really it is so nice to just have all these days and have no real set plan> I could just do nothing for 5 days if I wanted and it feels so good!

So last night I am on facebook minding my own business in the rabbit room while Dave is sleeping when all of a sudden there is a loud, boom boom splatter splash clang from the kitchen. Of course my mind automatically goes to killer who somehow shimmied in our second story kitchen window. So here I am with the rabbit thinking , this rabbit better be ready to attack when the murderer makes it to our room. I barricade myself in the room and wait a while and of course now I start hearing all sorts of noises that in hindsight were nothing but at the time were "I bet he is letting all his murderer friends in through the front door now" ( now i know why my dad likes a door that needs a key on both sides, cuz then once the murderer is in the house he can't just let all his murderer friends in)..It was like 130am and didn't want to wake any of my friends up so I call (e:paul) who was three hours behind in vegas, but he did not answer , though I pretended he did and talked loudly to the dial tone about how tough I am to scare off the murderer.

Anywho, after waiting a while I finally decide to sneak out of the room and into the bedroom where Dave is sleeping. I try to wake him up and get him to go search out the killers with me but he just continues sleeping so I grab a stapler and the vacuum hose thing and head for the kitchen. What I was going to do with a stapler and vaccuum hose is kinda not clear but they seemed like the best weapons at the time. Staplers are kinda scary actually if you think about it. Who wants to be stapled? I sure don't? BUt then you kind have to be in close proximity to staple someone but like if they are about to stab you, a quick staple to their face might just save your life. and on second thought if they do stab you, you could staple your wound shut? So really at first I thought the stapler was a bad idea but it turns out it is prolly very useful and a good weapon/healing device.Anyway, way off track now.

So I go into the kitchen , mind you if someone was really in the kitchen I would most likely freeze in panic , fall to the ground and die. I am not what one would call a survivor. I never thought I would be. I would never be the person on those shows who fought back or last months hiding out or anyting like that, I would most likely just die of fright after peeing my pants. But anywho I was feeling tough with my stapler and vaccuum hose, go into the kitchen and....

NOONE was there. The box of triscuits just fell off of our crooked shelf and knocked some silverware on the counter onto the floor. BUT , did the triscuits fall or were they pushed over/ So now I have to search the whole apartment for the murderer but come up empty handed.

So you would think ok no murderer must mean a happy mike .NOPE. Now since there is no murderer I decided it must be a ghost and thus did not sleep well at all last night ...but as of today no murderers or ghosts so I guess it really was just a box of triscuits all along. WHo knew?